Roger stood in the family planning aisle of the pharmacy and agonized over his decision. Tonight was going to be the night with Allison, and Roger had everything ready.

Except one thing. Condoms.

Oh, he still had half a box at home, but they were months old and besides, if he used those Allie would think he screwed around at random. He did, but he didn’t want her to know that.

So he had to get a new sealed package, one he could open in front of her on their first night of lovemaking. One that showed that they were for her and only her.

But now Roger was faced with a wall of decisions. Should he buy the three-pack or the twelve? Three seemed sufficient for the night, but what if Allie saw it as a lack of commitment and got scared off? Twelve implied more commitment, but what if that scared her? Worse, what if she expected him to use the entire box that night?

A group of teenaged girls walked behind him on their way to the magazine racks and giggled. Roger started to sweat.